I like Farsi. But Ossetian is... different. [ she says it fondly, as much as she can have a fondness for languages. ]

I still remember some Scythian. [ she wonders, briefly, if quỳnh would when this is all finished, if andy manages to get her freed. she had clung to it fiercely for andy, much as she does the same for her brothers' languages. ]

But I couldn't tell you anything about my first language. [ and the admission has her feeling every bit her age again, every line of fatigue in each ancient muscle. ] I don't even think it had a name.